Saturday, 8 October 2011


With the world hewed down
to this room
and you,
I can tell you
there is nothing
more beautiful,
than scent
and taste
and familiar grace;
to sit in the firelight and admire
the face of your glory, and
the depth of your smile,
to lean my forehead on yours,
in silence,
...just to hold you a while.

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